Apparantly it's the season for frogs (or toads or whatever), at least in our neck-of-the-woods. These little critters are e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e these days -- and yesterday evening, Les and the girls spent some time going for a walk down the street to the girls' bus stop collecting said amphibians.
I think in total they came home with 27 frogs in their various buckets.
I don't mind the odd one crossing my path here and there -- but to see oodles and oodles of frogs all together, jumping over each other in the pails right on my driveway was quite disgusting for me (don't worry, they all got released later that evening).
Apparantly there was some level of the 'eww' factor for Joelle too -- even though she had a lot of fun 'playing' with them. Later that night she woke up a few times crying, and when I went to check on her, I discovered that she was having bad dreams about lots and lots of frogs being in her room. She refused to sleep under her blanket -- thinking that would put her at a higher risk, I assume -- and just had a really hard time settling down.
This happened 3 times in the course of an hour and a half. The poor girl was terrified of a frog-attack! I don't blame her...it was pretty creepy.
I think we are putting the kai-bosh on mass frog-collecting ventures from now on. If a night of nightmares is what follows, it's just not worth it. Not for my little princess.